A Mother’s Last Gift

I had Alzheimer’s disease.

My son Albert said that instead of dragging on like this, half-dead and half-alive, I might as well die and be free.

My mind had always been foggy, but Albert’s words pierced through me and jolted me awake.

How could I bear to be a burden to Albert, the child I had loved with my whole life?

Albert, my greatest wish as your mother is for you to be healthy and happy.

If I have become your burden, then I will go...

But why are you crying like that?

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My mind could not tell east from west, north from south, let alone day from night.